As the saying goes, one day in heaven, one year on earth, in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed!

Chang'an City, in the courtyard of the Tang Dynasty......

On this day, the sun was shining, and the golden light shone on the earth.

A middle-aged man in white in his early thirties walked out of the room, only he was sturdy, bareheaded, wearing a gray-white monk's robe, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, each the size of a garlic head.

The middle-aged man stretched his waist and came to the courtyard lazily. I saw that his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were deep, his contours were clear, and he was quite handsome. That face gives people a sense of maturity and stability, not angry and self-assured.

Sitting on the bench, he took a sip of the teacup, put it back, lay down, closed his eyes, hummed a little song in his mouth, his calves kept shaking, and his expression was very pleasant.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he opened his eyes sharply and looked around, but there was no sign of him. Just now, a powerful force was like a flash in the pan, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be my delusion?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, "However, at that moment, I clearly felt a powerful force. ”

"Whoosh...... Three flying knives appeared out of thin air in the air, and the target was the middle-aged man in white who was standing and thinking. I saw that his ears moved slightly, and he jumped up, and there were three more flying knives on the bench in an instant.

"Who dares to come to my mansion to make trouble?" the middle-aged man shouted sharply. You must know that this man in white is not a simple ordinary person, in Chang'an City, there can be a mansion of thousands of square meters, can it be an ordinary person?

The white-clothed man died of his parents since he was a child, and then went to the mountain to learn art, learned a Taoist line, caught ghosts in the palace, and the people of the people said that the great master of Sanzang was in the position of a national teacher in the imperial court.

"Hehehe, the Great Master of Sanzang really lives up to his reputation, and he really has some skills. A man's voice came from the air, with a hint of banter and appreciation.

This sudden sound made Sanzang unable to distinguish where it came from, as if it came from all directions, sometimes far and sometimes near, fluctuating.

"Who are you sacred, a human or a demon?" This guy who never showed up from beginning to end made Sanzang very annoyed in his heart, in other words, his life was not guaranteed in this situation.

"Haven't I been above you all the time?" the voice sounded again.

Sanzang looked up and saw a man dressed in white standing in the air, and couldn't help but be shocked, he hadn't noticed it at such a close distance.

The man in white is petite, with long hair but not messy at all, a pair of eyes under willow eyebrows, like peach blossoms, exuding a seductive charm, between the eyebrows there is a bean-sized red beauty mole. Even a person like Sanzang, who has been in the red dust for a long time, suddenly lost his mind for a moment.

Damn, this, no, can this man look better than a woman? Sanzang woke up and sighed in his heart.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Sanzang again.

"You mortals worship every day, and the deity comes to the mortal world in person, but you don't recognize it, sad, pathetic!" The man in white touched his orchid fingers, stroked the hair on his chest, and his face was filled with a smile.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" asked three times twice, but there was no news, Sanzang was immediately furious, flew to the table, picked up a teacup and shot at the man in white. If this were a beauty, he might still be merciful, but he just looks like a woman's sissy and spares no effort.

In the face of the flying teacups, the man in white did not dodge or dodge, standing in place, still with that smiling face on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

When the teacup reached the man's eyes, it stopped moving forward and floated in the air.

The man reached out and picked up the teacup and played with it for a while, then said, "It's really rude." ”

"Give it back!" As he spoke, the man tossed the cup in his hand, which flew more than twice as fast as before.

Looks like a fierce rival!

Tang Sanzang didn't have time to think about it, the cup came to him in the blink of an eye, in order not to lose his momentum, he didn't choose to dodge, he directly reached out and held the cup.

The cup was in his hand, and the powerful momentum made Sanzang couldn't help but take a few steps back before stabilizing his body, he put down the teacup, his right hand ached faintly, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Damn, this sissy is so strong! Tang Sanzang stared at the white-clothed man in the air, and secretly said in his heart.

"Where is Brother Tai sacred, I don't know what advice I have when I come to the Humble House. After learning about the strength of the other side, Sanzang's heart calmed down, this person was definitely not his enemy, and it was easy for the other party to kill him. You can't run away, so it's better to sit down and drink tea to suppress the shock. He thought so, and did so, as if time had gone back to before, and Sanzo collapsed in his chair, his eyes closed, and a pleasant expression on his face.

The man in white was slightly startled, and then smiled: "This adaptability is really good, it seems that it is the person I am looking for." ”

"Your house is called a humble house, so are there any poor people in this world?" The voice was still in front of him, Sanzang opened his eyes, and sure enough, the man in white sat opposite at some point, holding a teapot in his hand, and was pouring tea.

"I said I am a god, do you believe it?" said the man in white after taking a sip of tea and talking and laughing.

Sanzang was stunned for a moment, in his eyes, those who can have supernatural powers are either demons, ghosts, or cultivators like him, but there is no word god.

Is there really a god in this world? If there is a god, why are there many disasters and difficulties in the world; if there is a god, why don't they go down to the earth to catch demons; Sanzang is confused, and what this person says is true or false.

"Why? don't believe it?" said the man in white jokingly, as if he had seen through Sanzang's thoughts.

"Oh, then which god are you?" Sanzang stared at the man in white, his identity was what interested him the most, in the end, the great god was so sissy, and he looked more beautiful than a woman.